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When I was littler I used to think that my barbie dolls were alive and that they had parties and they were like toy story people and that the army guys shot the other dolls and they somehow recovered.
there was a toy that came out in the shops, it was called car crusherI used to beleive that when u put the cars in the crusher the cars wud actually be crushed coz at the end u get this cube of screwed up metal i was really facinated with it and kept beggin my parents buy it,wernt till years later i found out the truth.
I used to think that when I wasn't looking all of my stuffed animals came to life. I also thought random things had feelings, such as an apple, and when I dropped mine in the park I would pick it up and throw it out at home so that it wasn't lonely.
When I was little my mom said when you left your room all your dolls would get up and talk to eachother. So I would stand flat up against the wall outside my room so the dolls couldnt see me and then jump back in my room trying to catch them talking, I was always so amazed they could jump back into their spots without me catching them.
When my sister was 4 or 5 and she was supposed to be sleeping, she snuck into the kitchen to get those pink and white animal cookies with the sprinkles, when suddenly she heard our dad wake up, so she ran into her room and stashed the cookies in her stuffed dog, Ralph's mouth, and faked sleep. when the close was clear the cookies were gone and never found. She was convinced that Ralph ate her cookies and still is at the age of 28.
After seeing "A Toy Story" I believed toys were alive when we left the room. I watched what I said around them and never through a toy. I still get creeped out when a toy is faced towards me.
my favorite toy was this really nice floppy realistic looking dog named mutsy (it came with that lame name). i had to sleep with it everynite or i thought it would get mad. and when i left for school i had to put it on my bed just right or i thought it would get mad and hate me. i was terrified of it. i still kinda am when i visit my parents and see it in the closet...
after i saw toy story i used to believe that toys really were alive and i used to walk out the room then burst in hoping to catch them talking
I used to believe that when you leave a toy out by it self. It wil have little party with other toys.
I used to believe that toys watched me after watching toy story. I would check everyday if my toy moved at all.
I used to think that all my stuffed animals had feelings, and If I neglected one that it would try to kill me in my sleep, So everynight before I went to sleep I would spend a good 10 minutes organizing my 20-something toys and telling them that I loved them all equally and If one of them fell of the bed in the middle of the night that I would rescue it as soon as I woke up. Yeah I was dumb. Thanks alot Toy Story.
When I was four or five and was allowed to play in the front yard. I began finding 100's of marbles(I'm sure it just seemed like 100's at the time) buried throughout the front yard, so for the next two or three years I believed that marbles came from the ground which were than found by a marble search team that worked for the retail stores that sold them.
I used to think that barbies were real, I would leave them in the room and close the door and then come running back hoping to catch them talking.
When I was a child I believed that the King on Candyland was actually a demon who wished to destroy the human race and make us his candymaking slaves so his fat ass could just get bigger and bigger until he covered the whole planet. I still think this.
when I was young, I used to believe that like in toy story the toys lived and there was a big dinosaur in my parents room so i was afraid to go in
I was convinced that my brother's enormous stuffed chimpanzee toy would one day come to life. Accordingly, I stuffed it on the very bottom of the toy basket, piled all the other toys on top of it, and left it there.
I'm not sure if it was stored safely away in a bag when we moved out, or if it was sent to one of my cousins' children, free to wreak havoc...
My parents gave me a Linka model-making kit one Christmas when I was about seven or eight. It consisted of some brick wall-shaped moulds into which you poured some white liquid, which then set hard into bits of wall from which you made model houses. One of my friends helped me make it, and because it was white liquid, I thought he was making some milk! About 25 years later I've still got it, but I've never touched it since then and it's probably all set hard by now!
One day last year I had a sleep over at my friends house we both love toy story toys and that day we were bouncing Buzz Lightyears off a bouncy ball. I know it was dangerous but he had two buzz's that he didn't like. But suddenly when I was running to the ball I fell and the buzz's leg fell off. I felt terrible so, we had a funeral. Later that night I was awake at 3am because my friend was snoring. Suddenley just after I fell asleep I woke up hearing 3 taps like a buzz's. I jumped up and it stopped. then in then morning I told him what happened and he has a big box of toys across the room. And guess what... the Buzz was under hi s bed. Im 12 and I still don't know what happened.
When I was a child, I used to believe that Baltasar, the black wise man, only gave bad gifts to bad children. My father knew that, and one day, he dressed up in a costume of Baltasar, and said to me that if I wasn’t a good boy and had good marks, he would give me bad gifts. Since that day, I always behave well.
when I was little I thought the Pokémon existed but we couldn't see them.
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